DR. HOOTERS - Part XII
by Servax
More than a Mouthful

Eric and Marty made Blair and Amanda promise them to meet them by
the pool, then they disappeared with the other boys to change out
of their formal wear. Blair and Amanda exited the  ballroom  with
the  other  girls, passing up the stairs into a hall full of bed-
rooms where they changed into their less formal clothes.
 
God, Amanda", Blair laughed, "Marty was  on  you  like  white  on
rice."  She pulled off her green gown, and stood there in her bra
and panties.  They noticed that of these fine girls were  staring
at them with envy.  This gave them both a bit more courage.
 
"Blair, do your breasts ache, too?", asked Amanda.
 
"Now that you mention it, they  sorta  do.",  she  replied.   She
thought  for  a moment.  "No, they really do.  Like a headache in
my tits.  She touched her right breast through her bra, and  felt
a  shudder  of  delight run from her nipple down to the inside of
her thighs.  "I think I'm just turned on.  Eric's really cute."
 
"Oh, Blair", moaned Amanda, "I want Marty to hold me,  and  touch
me, and **kiss** me.  Is that wrong?"
 
"No, baby", replied Blair knowingly,"you're just getting  a  head
start  on all this boy/girl stuff.  Its fun."  She paused another
moment.  "or at least its supposed to be."
 
The girls pulled up their jeans, threaded the cords  through  the
eyelets on their blouses, tied them securely, but not so securely
as to not guarantee a delightful view to the  watchful  eye,  and
met the boys back at the pool.
 
Eric led Blair onto the patio, some distance from the band, where
he sat in a circle of other guests, laughing and telling stories.
Blair moved close to him and grabbed his arm.  He didn't  resist.
He  introduced  her  to  a host of people; Suzy Sanchez, and Toni
Suarez, Candy's older sister, and dozens of others.  Eric  seemed
to be very popular.
 
Marty grabbed Amanda's hand in a tight grip, and  moved  her  out
onto  the  dance floor.  There they danced vigorously for several
songs, until the band began a slow ballad.   Marty  put  his  arm
around  Amanda's slender waist and drew her to him.  She snuggled
up closer into his embrace, and when her breasts touched  Marty's
chest, she trembled.
 
Eric and Blair stayed with some of the other guests and  chatted.
Eric  had  his  arm  draped over Blair's back, embracing her just
beneath her breasts.  Blair found herself wishing he would  reach
just  a  little  higher.   from  time  to  time, his hand brushed
discretely against the bottoms of her breasts,  and  she  felt  a
wave of ecstacy flood through her when he did this.
 
Amanda and Marty left the dance floor hand in hand.   He  brought
her  around  to a pavilion on the other side of the pool.  Amanda
ran her hand through her thick brown hair, which her  mother  had
so  carefully  permed  that  morning.  She looked up into Marty's
eyes, which were gazing intently  at  her.   At  that  moment  it
struck  her  how  much  he resembled her TV hero, Fred Hunter the
detective, and she snuggled closer to him.  Her nipples felt like
tiny  little  coals of fire on her chest, and she groaned for re-
lief.
 
Blair was getting increasingly restless  as  well.   Her  breasts
felt  hot  to  the  touch,  and she sought relief by rubbing them
against Eric's arm.  She shuddered with joy  each  time  she  did
this, and she wondered how Eric failed to notice.
 
Eventually, Eric asked her to dance,  so  the  joined  the  group
closer  to  the pool where the band was.  They danced a couple of
dances, and Blair leaned her burning chest against Eric.  It felt
as  though it ignited, and Blair gasped audibly.  Eric pulled her
tighter, which only increased the feelings  of  ecstacy  seething
under her pullover top, and she struggled away from Eric, but not
too far.
 
Amanda grabbed Marty's hand, and asked him if there was  a  place
were  they  be alone.  Marty grinned and suggested the recreation
room.  "My sister Mary Lou  might  be  there  with  a  couple  of
friends,  but  she'll know enough to get herself lost", Marty as-
sured her.  The rec room was on the other side of the  Rodriguez'
house, cool and quiet after the noise and heat of the party area.
Mary Lou wasn't there, but a lot of clothes thrown wildly  around
signalled  her recent presence.  Marty and Amanda sat together on
the couch, when she leaned back, pulled Marty to her, slipped her
arms around his neck, and kissed him hungrily.
 
Blair managed to cut Eric away from the crowd, and told  him  she
was  thirsty.  They left the patio area, found the refreshements,
and wandered awhile in the cool lower  floor  of  the  Rodriguez'
mansion.   Before  long,  they found themselves in the recreation
room as well.  Eric looked around at the clothes scattered around
the room, and said, "Looks like someone's been here already".
 
"they're not here now, Eric", replied Blair, and she  lifted  her
face  to  his.   Eric responded by burying his hands in her thick
red hair and kissing her hard and long.  He didn't see the  other
couple's heads pop up from behind the couch, but Blair did.
 
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE", both girls shrieked in unison.  Marty  grinned
at Eric. "Hey, Eric, howzit goin'?"  Eric grinned back sheepishly
at Marty.  "Doin' OK, Marty.  How about you?", he responded.
 
Blair and Eric seated themselves in a big armchair facing  Amanda
and  Marty  and  the  girls giggled, while the boys preened them-
selves nervously.  Then Amanda sighed deeply, and  Blair  glanced
at her, and realized what they had to do next.
 
Amanda looked intently at Marty and told him, "We want  you  boys
to make our breasts grow."
 
"Wha-a-a-a-t???", gasped Marty, almost chocking on his drink.
 
Amanda continued.  "We want you and Eric to play with our breasts
and  make  them grow."  She went on to tell the boys how both she
and her sister had very sensitive breasts,  and  that  they  hurt
very badly right now, but when someone touched them, either them-
selves or another person, it felt good and the ppain and pressure
went  away.   They  explained  that they knew it would make their
boobs bigger, but they hurt and ached so badly  right  now,  that
they  were  willing  to  run  the  risk.   Then  Amanda and Blair
stripped to their waists, eagerly shedding their shirts and their
bras,  sighing  with delight as the cool air hit their aching and
tormented bare breasts.
 
Eric put his arm around Blair's  broad,  naked  shoulders.   "But
Blair",  he  began "But it won't make your tits grow if a boy..."
Marty silenced him with a icy glance,as if to say, Let's not mess
up a good thing, buddy boy.
 
Amanda grabbed Marty's head and thrust it down between her  tits,
and  arched  her  back,  thrusting  her breasts even further into
Marty's delighted face.  Eric lifted Blair's right breast to  his
mouth  and  began  tongueing her nipple, making Blair moan like a
sick cat.  Both girls continued writhing and crying  while  Marty
and  Eric attacked their breasts with their hands, their tongues,
anything  they  could.   Finally  Blair,  then  Amanda,  shouted,
grabbed  their partner's head, plunged it into her heaving chest,
and moved her tits back and forth across his face furiously,  un-
til  she  collapsed  backward into the furniture.  Both Marty and
Eric were breathing very heavily.
 
"You girls play hardball on  a  first  date,  don't  you?",  Eric
laughed.
 
Blair moved in close  to  him.   "I'm  sorry,  Eric  honey",  she
purred,  "its  just that we were in so much pain."  Amanda nodded
in agreement.  "We're not that old,  you  know.   We're  younger,
well, than we look."
 
"My sister told me", Marty ventured.  "She told me you were  only
twelve, Blair, and you were even younger, Amanda.  Boy, after to-
day, I sure find that hard to believe."
 
Blair and Amanda fastened their bras  back  into  place,  put  on
their  tops,  and relaced and tied the cords across their chests.
"See", said Eric, "your boobs haven't grown an inch."  Amanda and
Blair shared a significant glance.
 
"They will", Blair asserted, "just  give  them  a  little  time."
Amanda  noted  a  delicious warmth spreading across her chest, as
agreeable a feeling as the other had been  sharp  and  uncomfort-
able.   "Mine  are  starting already", she crowed, giving Marty's
hand a squeeze, "Watch!"
 
Eric and Marty stared in disbelief as Amanda's top began to  bil-
low  outward gently.  The cords on the blouse that she had so re-
cently laced up began to work its way loose, and  the  knot  gave
way.   The  sensation  was that of direct noonday sunlight on her
chest, and Amanda squealed with  delight.   "Oh,  that  feels  so
**good**!!", she exclaimed.
 
Blair felt a ball of warmth rise  from  her  loins  up  into  her
chest,  and  suffuse.   Her  breasts  were tingling.  She grabbed
Eric's hand.  "I'm starting now, too", she boasted.
 
Blair's blouse began to rise gently, and the knot holding the two
sides of her blouse together began to work its way loose as well.
Amanda's breasts were visibly growing now.  "I bet  I'm  a  E-cup
now, Blair", she said proudly.  Eric put his hand on Blair's left
breast, and he felt it expand under his  touch.   Blair  put  her
hand on top of Eric's and gave it a pat.
 
Marty glanced slack-jawed from Amanda's chest  to  Blair's.   The
cord  had worked its way loose of the first set of eyelets now on
both of them, and a good deal of cleavage was visible ,  for  the
first time, through the gap.  Then Blair shuddered again.  "Oh my
God, what a **rush**", she exclaimed.  The  leather  cord  pulled
loose  of  the second set of eyelets as Blair's expanding titties
surged through the growing gap.  "I've passed  you  now,  Mandy",
she gloated.
 
"Not for long, Sis", responded Amanda.  And then her own  breasts
grew suddenly, catching up, and even slightly passing her sister.
Both girls had now about tripled in volume, and  the  imprint  of
their  overextended bras were visible through the fronts of their
blouses, which had pulled up out of their jeans,  exposing  their
navels.    "How   big   you   think   we are now?", asked Amanda.
Eric swallowed hard.   "Between  a  F-Cup  and  a  Double-F",  he
croaked.
 
"Aaarrrgh", roared Blair.  The cord fell  out  of  the  last  two
eyelets,  and now hung limply down the front of her rapidly grow-
ing chest.  The aperture of her blouse was opened now  as  widely
as it could, and about six inches of cleavage could be seen.  Her
bra gave way in front, and her  expanding  boobs  shook  as  they
sprang  forth  from  their enclosure.  The bottoms of her breasts
were now visible as her blouse worked its way ever higher on  her
chest.
 
"OOOOOAAAAHHHHH", shrieked Amanda.  She  pulled  off  her  blouse
with   great   difficulty,  peeling it back away from her growing
mounds.  Her bra popped its insignificant  front  clasps  as  her
breasts  tumbled out into liberty.  Eric and Marty gasped as they
saw her large breasts fill out like a  water balloon  attached to
a slow faucet, getting bigger, bigger, and bigger still.
 
Marty crossed himself and kissed the tip of his  thumb.   He  was
clearly  in  the presence of the supernatural here.  Blair turned
to Eric and lifted her hands  over  her  head.   Her  blouse  had
worked  its  way  up  so  far that half her breasts were visible.
"Please help me out, Eric honey", she pleaded, "I don't  want  to
get stuck in here."
 
With a mighty tug, Eric managed to pull  his  growing  girlfriend
free  of  her  blouse, which had clearly become more of an encum-
brance than a covering. Both Amanda and  Blair  had  pretty  much
finished  growing  now.  Their large firm breasts quivered like a
dewdrop on a leaf from time to time as they grew a couple of cen-
timeters or so.
 
Amanda and Blair stood  up  to  survey  the  damage.   The  newly
sprouted  breasts  jiggled  and shook substantially, and it was a
while before they were steady enough for them to see clearly  how
big they had become.
 
Amanda cupped her hands under her newly-augmented mounds.  "Wow",
she  gloated,  "Now  these  are decent!!"   Blair picked her now-
useless 36-D brassiere up off the floor, fallen in  the  line  of
duty  under  overwhelming odds.  "This won't be too useful now, I
don't think."  Amanda picked hers up and laid  it  gently  across
the   tops   of her newly swollen mounds.  "Looks a Barbie-doll's
bra now, doesn't it, Sis?"
 
Blair's enlarged breasts were  the size of  honeydews,  actually,
fairly  large  honeydews,   and  covered  most  of  her rib cage.
Amanda's were smaller, about the size of decent  muskmelons,  but
since  she  was shorter, and had a smaller frame, what she lacked
in volume she compensated for in proportion.
 
Embracing each other delightedly, Blair  and  Amanda  found  that
their new breasts collided when they hugged.  Amanda pulled  back
and surveyed the enormous expanse of newly grown  girl-flesh both 
sisters were sporting.  "Holy shit,  Blair,  look how  **big** we
are now!"

Tracing out the  circles of her  now-silver-dollar-sized  areolae
with her fingertips, Blair was astounded at how  big she  and her
sister were now.   "We're huge, Mandy!", she replied.   "No one's
as big as we are now, no one!"

Both sisters were delighted in the turn of events, and turned  to
give  their  boyfriends a view of the new developments.  Eric and
Marty were totally speechless. Like most American  teenage  boys,
they  had  spent  a  lot  of time hunched over Playboy magazines.
This was like a magazine come to life  before  their  very  eyes.
Just  then  they heard someone at the door.  Amanda and Blair hid
behind the couch.
 
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